Our Short Lives

Our life spans are so short, there’s not much time to end up in a history book. World-conquering dictators and men consumed by evil are remembered. And those who live with great love, healing the darkness, such as Martin Luther King, Jr., Mohandas Gandhi and Mother Teresa, are also written into the official records of humanity’s deeds. Even they, however, will be forgotten as the last grain of sand in the giant hourglass in the sky slips from the top bulb and through the narrow tube, marking the end of one age and the beginning of another.

Have you ever wondered why our life spans are so short? Young people don’t realize how brief life is—they’re just getting started. To them, twenty years at home seems nothing when compared to the probable fifty or sixty years remaining. But go to work, raise children, enjoy grandchildren and the fruits of our labors and—poof!—we find ourselves winding down, and then we find ourselves outside our bodies, between lives.

So, what is the point of these few short years lived on the great wheel of time? Is the free will granted us by our Maker the ultimate gift or a design flaw? Was the correcting mechanism (the experience gained by living many, many lifetimes) built in or added later? According to screenwriters, some angels envy us our free will. Could we blame them if they did? We fashion our own lives!  

We humans struggle a great deal to remember who we are (light) and where we come from (the light). Maybe our short life spans are a blessing. If we get stuck running like a hamster on his wheel and forget we are born to love and to serve Love and one another, and to be caretakers of our planet, we will be reborn, to start again the noble quest of self-realization.


6 thoughts on “Our Short Lives

  1. This reminds me of Caroline Myss’ “Sacred Contracts” audio tape, in which she describes our lifetimes with these little whooshing sounds. Like our souls are sitting up there in space, and the call out is for someone who is ready to go to teach someone already down there patience, or forgiveness, or empathy. So we go and incarnate — whoosh — for another quick lifetime inviting us to perform small acts of kindness that will change the world.

  2. I agree-well said. You make me think. Blasted! Is the point of life just to enjoy it? Good moments, bad moments, life is exciting and unpredictable and that is the beauty of it.
    Today I did something that I never do. I took a ride from 2 men that I didn’t know. My car is in the shop and Bill is working in Nevada. I have been asking too many “favors” of neighbors that I decided to take the bus as far as it would go and then walk. The last kilometer is a dirt road and it was hot, dusty. A car pulled up and asked if I wanted a ride and I got in. This is something I NEVER do anywhere, but especially not here in Mazatlan. It’s a beautiful city, but here it’s something that might end really bad. The second I shut the door the thought flashed that I might really regret this. Then I saw the man in the passenger seat. He was the sweetest, most feminine looking man I have ever seen. It was both such an insignificant and great moment for me.
    “There are two ways to look at the world. One is as if nothing is a miracle, the other is as if everything is.” Albert Einstein

    • Wow, Pat. That was a pretty big chance you took. Your life could’ve been shortened right then and there, but you trusted and had your own little miracle moment. Thanks for sharing your story. You make me think, too, old friend. Love, Pam

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